I arrive at the glade looking for something undefined. Stillness, singularity, enervation - but something more, something I can't carry away from the glade. I scale a large rock at the edge of the waterfall- fed pool and sit, expectantly. The music of the waterfall fills me, and my yearning slowly melts away. I rise to leave, accepting that oneness with the waterfall will be all that I achieve today. As I turn to step down, I realize you have arrived, gliding through the glade, moving to your own private music.
I have seen you here before, but the dance was not with you then. Without consideration, I sit again on the rock, now facing into the silent, sun-speckled glade. There is something true about your dance and when I can stand apart no longer, I rise and move toward the center, intent on discovering if our truths match.
Without a glance at me, you intercept my path. I raise a hand to get your attention, but you glide past me, then around behind. I stand there, awaiting your return, when suddenly my hand is netted by yours in flight.
You move me.
I follow your lead, then catch up, our bodies locking together for a moment as you pause, then separating again when you continue. I am enraptured by the scent of your shoulder-length hair. Our dance continues until we have learned to anticipate one another.
Once we are moving in tandem, you lead us to the water's edge, then deftly slip the sundress from your body, and insert it in a canvas bag you had left there in the soft grass. As I struggle to remove my more abundant clothing, you give me a kiss of invitation, then dive into the water. The water chuckles in delight at its good fortune, then is silent.
I enter the water and swim toward you, only to see you disappear beneath the surface on my approach. I follow underwater, your lithe shape flowing ahead of me toward the chaos beneath the waterfall. You slip under, then I. The pounding water massages the length of our bodies, jarring muscles into releasing their tension.
We emerge in a small cave, immersed in the tinny hissing of the curtain of water separating us from the outside world. You slide effortlessly up to a mossy ledge and I slide up alongside you, facing one another on our sides, our bodies carving a dual groove into the downy moss. I start to ask your name, but choose not to break the silence. I will learn what you offer now, then learn more later … after. Without discussion, our lips meet and hands come to rest lightly on each others’ sides, caressing gently as our lips meet, parted, exploring tentatively, then eagerly. Lips brush against each other, part, embrace, then move again. Our mouths open; our tongues dance together between our parted lips. My hand moves to your back and draws you in closer to me, our bodies beginning to merge together, soft parts and hard. I can feel you undulating alongside of me, the slow tremors of new passion rippling through both of us. Your hand slips down and the thumb grazes my nipple – and I gasp. Our eyes open simultaneously, look deeply at one another, then with a tiny squint of playful intent, I feel your thumb return and begin drawing slow circles on my hardened nipple.
My hand extends down to cup your cheek, your soft flesh still flecked with water from our swim, responds, and I can feel the growing heat between your legs closer to my own flesh. After caressing you for a moment, my hand moves up to your exposed breast and nipple. For every circle you draw on me, I return two; for every flick of the nipple I receive, I give two. We continue like this for a time – neither of us to be outdone by the other, giving and receiving, swirling and flicking, until you pause and roll onto your back. As your lips fall back, mine trace a path from your mouth, along your chin, across your neck, and down along your collarbone, forming a line from mouth to nipple. At the same time, the hand that had been caressing your other nipple glides down to your shaven cleft. As though it knows the area well, it slides directly between your lips, dipping into the warm pool of your gathering juices, drawing them out and spreading them across your labia and clit. The water from our swim gives way to a more aromatic and inviting liquid.
You roll toward me and I follow your lead, slipping my thigh between yours, and pressing it upward against your warm, succulent flesh. As we kiss, our hips rock slowly but firmly against one another. My cock paints your upper thigh with my precum, as I feel your vaginal juices seeping into my own thirsty flesh.
Our free arms surround one another, weaving us tightly together, one coiled, undulating passion. I trace up and down along your spine, drawing gentle circles around each vertebrae slowly and absent-mindedly. I feel your breasts - chilled by the water - now warming easily as they press tight against my chest.
I roll against you now and you roll backward, drawing your free thigh outward from the line of your body. I move to center myself over you and your other thigh draws itself outward - welcoming and inviting me to sample your warm, moist depths. As I hover over you, drinking in your glistening curves, and sparkling eyes, you reach down and place the head of my cock at the entrance to your pussy. Your eyes narrow, and I know you are waiting for me. The head slips through the mouth of your pussy and is engulfed in your rippling heat. Slowly, the shaft slips through into the depths, until my pubic hair kisses and teases your shaved flesh. Smiles spread and close the remaining distance between us as I begin stroking in and out. Your hands reach up and your thumbs rub gently against my nipples, drawing them back to erectness – causing a tingle to run from nipples to cock and back again. We move our hips against each other and back again, a slow rhythm – familiar, but never shared by us before.
